Day Twenty Five
Well, given that yesterday was SO chaotic, I wanted to check on GrandChick right away when I got home from work. I gave mozzarella cheese to the flock, and carried a small container of mealworms back to the A-Frame coop for Buffy.
No chick. No peeping. I'd locked up the coop the night before, so I have NO freakin' idea how it could have gotten out. I listened REALLY hard and thought I heard faint peeping somewhere NOT in the coop. CRAP. I chased that phantom sound for a good 30 minutes and it turned out to be the quiet chirping of Lola, one of the Littles, a black bantam Cochin. Jeeez.
So, finally, I lifted Buffy out of her nest. She was pretty annoyed at this, but at the very back of the nest box, there was GrandChick. Perfectly fine.
The four eggs are still there, do not appear to be "ripening." Pipping, or whatever. Their final day underneath Buffy will be Friday, then I'll discard them.
I stirred up the mealworm chaff so the ones that were still deep in it would come to the surface, as a peace offering to Buffy. She huffily went back into her nest box and settled back down.
Because I was so concerned about FINDING GrandChick, I didn't take my camera out to the coop. So, no pictures of GrandChick to share today.